Jubilee
Why do I talk to you and you're not even here
Today I wish a was a pioneer
On a magic carpet flying into stratosphere
But someone says Scary Christmas and a Happy New Fear
And I felt smart when I woke up this morning
I can talk myself into anything
This should be a summer so charming
If I ever live through spring
I wave goodbye to the wild, wild sea
And I lie down underneath the tall oak tree
Thinking about the place I'd rather be
Tonight on the eve of World War III
This talk that is going round will cause quite a stir
Guess no one believes that this will really occur
There's a Lady from the neighbourhood in a coat made of fur
I just found out we're in better shape than I thought we were
Why do I talk to you and you're not even here
Today I wish I was a pioneer
On a magic carpet flying into stratosphere
And someone says Scary Christmas and a Happy New Fear
I wave goodbye to the wild, wild sea
And I lie down underneath the tall oak tree
And I wish I was an outer-space refugee
It's getting dark on the eve of World War III
I wave goodbye to the wild, wild sea
And I lie down underneath the tall oak tree
I celebrate a peculiar jubilee
I go to sleep on the eve of World War III
Today I wish a was a pioneer
On a magic carpet flying into stratosphere
But someone says Scary Christmas and a Happy New Fear
And I felt smart when I woke up this morning
I can talk myself into anything
This should be a summer so charming
If I ever live through spring
I wave goodbye to the wild, wild sea
And I lie down underneath the tall oak tree
Thinking about the place I'd rather be
Tonight on the eve of World War III
This talk that is going round will cause quite a stir
Guess no one believes that this will really occur
There's a Lady from the neighbourhood in a coat made of fur
I just found out we're in better shape than I thought we were
Why do I talk to you and you're not even here
Today I wish I was a pioneer
On a magic carpet flying into stratosphere
And someone says Scary Christmas and a Happy New Fear
I wave goodbye to the wild, wild sea
And I lie down underneath the tall oak tree
And I wish I was an outer-space refugee
It's getting dark on the eve of World War III
I wave goodbye to the wild, wild sea
And I lie down underneath the tall oak tree
I celebrate a peculiar jubilee
I go to sleep on the eve of World War III
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Flock, Martin Behmerburg, Ralf Heinrichs, Robert Hrenek, Stefan Simson
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